Vacation Destination: Block Island Accomplices: 6 High School
Girlfriends (Yes, we’ve been friends for 5 years now… ha ha)
The time is 6:15 am on a Sunday. I’ve been up since 4:30 am. Am
I a little eager? Of course, it is my annual girlfriend getaway
and I’m late to arrive. Why you say? Let’s just say I have not
completely embraced the “you deserve this” philosophy but I am
getting there. The other girls have already enjoyed one day on
the beach and one night on the town (if you can call it a town).
They have assured me that they did not have that much fun but I
suspect they are lying. The commuting time is approximately
three hours but it is three hours of heavenly solitude. No
children whining no husband questioning me on my packing
abilities (Did you pack my underwear?) Nope, it’s just me – and
yes I did forget to pack my underwear but I don’t care. During
the hour long ferry ride I see families heading over for
vacations and I think “This would be a nice family destination
but THANK GOD I don’t have them with me.” My cell phone rings I
look at my caller ID. It’s my husband, ALREADY!!! He just calls
to wish me well and he says he misses me. Strangely, I do not
miss him as much as I do when he is away on his annual golf
weekend (three days, two nights but I am not keeping track). The
boat docks and I have arrived. I walk to our cottage and find
the girls awake and waiting for me to go to breakfast. We are
staying at the Blue Dorry Inn, a very quaint inn that provides a
wonderful homemade breakfast in their dining room. The girls
spend the breakfast filling me in on what happened the day/night
before. It consists of drinks on the beach, appetizers for
dinner, and drinks and dancing to a not very good band. They
would have gone to bed early but one of the girls threatened
bodily injury to anyone going to bed early. After my
de-briefing, we break down into groups. Four of the girls went
for a long walk on the beach and 3 of us decide to take in the
scenery with a bike ride to the breathtaking Mohegan Bluffs. We
rented bikes for 1 hours (no need to kill ourselves) and road
straight uphill to our destination. After oohing and aahing over
the views we returned our bikes, donned our bathing suits and
hit the beach. The afternoon passed quickly at a beach side bar
called Ballards. With cocktail service to our chairs and a band
playing great music there is no need to move. We drink Coronas,
read trashy magazines, talk about kids, husbands, having
crushes, trying to have more children, trying not to have more
children, our bodies, other women’s bodies, the guy throwing the
footballs’ body. Most importantly we talk about how lucky we are
that we have all remained friends over the years. Every year the
logistics of getting away with the girlfriends gets more
complicated. Every year the rewards of getting away with the
girlfriends get bigger. Start this tradition yourself and you
will know what I mean..